(Trying to make a million)
It's only two things to do in life
Get paid and die
Tryin' to make a million started off I wasn't that old
Jumpin' out of cars snatchin' gold
Momma told me life was cold but I thought one day
I found a road to the lucky pot of gold
but I didn't think and I tried to rob a bank
ended up gettin' hit with the kitchen sink
in front of a judge who wanted to lock me up and incarcerate me
take me to jail, I know he hates me
a k**er that runs the streets with nothing to lose
had to live the life that I choose
Now I have to pay my dues, so it's head up
as I get to the bars of Huntsville
walking though a cage of steel trying to see which cell I'm gonna live
and it seems I've been cursed from begining to end
now I'm trapped in the Texas state pen
stiting and I'm looking at 50 to life
stay protected even if I have to make me a knife
read the Koran all day and then I sleep all night
cause I know one day it's gonna be all right
I was trying to make my million